If there was ever a woman who changed her mind and the world around her to suit her mood, it was Hope. Godric couldn't stop himself from smiling faintly, a little fondly, at the thought of the woman.
"I think that might be the most appropriate way to phrase this mess," Godric agreed, nodding. It was an old saying that bad things came in threes. Hope turned herself, Blake was crushed (and subsequently moved out), Peyton was furious. Now the school had mafia troubles, Peyton might not ever return from the evil clutches of her father... what came next?
"I.... no," he said finally, considering the offer. "You know I don't like to discuss things, especially when no good will come of it. I'm sure you're aware that Peyton isn't here, and I'm not sure she's ever going to return. You're also aware of my... attachment to her. I miss her, and I'm worried. I'm worried for Reese as well. There isn't much else to say on the subject." Lies. Lies and total bullshit and Nox would know it in an instant.